You Got Me
Last week I packed my Ford Escape from floor to ceiling with several loose items to move to the new house. The following conversation unfolded on the drive over with my sweet, but brutally honest, Izzy:
Me: Oooh, I better take it easy rounding this corner. Izzy, can you grab that lamp and hold it tight. it’s going to be a slow drive.
Izzy: I’ve got it, Mom.
Me: Okay. Another turn. Hold on! Hold on to that lamp!
We made it onto Lincoln Avenue. Good. Straight drive for a few miles.
Izzy: Hey Mom, you know how you always get mad when we get behind slow people?
Me: Uh huh. I wouldn’t say I do that all the time.
Izzy: Well maybe those slow drivers are moving too, and have a car-load of fragile things. Maybe next time you shouldn’t get so mad.
Why thanks, Personal Holy Spirit, I will remember that next time.
We learn from Kids never to say anything that we would want them to repeat back to us.
Ah, so cute and true! I, too, get frustrated behind the slow cars, forgetting their stories or what causes them to drive at a pace where maybe they are savoring rather than just rushing to their next destination. Thanks, Krista (and Izzy!).